Depressed

I'm here all alone

Nothing to do, missing you

Make a call, walk down the hall.

I'm depressed

Thinking there's nothing

Left for me to do.

I have Writings

To copy and Write

In my Poetry books.

Need to Crochet

But lack colors I need

To make the Twins blankets bigger.

Things I need to sew

But can't get impressed

Enough to do so.

                         Faith S. Hudson

                         October 27, 2008